Ye Yunji had been watching the competition on the court intently, and seeing Gu Fenghua repeatedly falling into desperation, he could hardly help but make a move. But at the end, Gu Fenghua survived.
The worry on Ye Yunji's eyebrows finally faded away, and the corners of his mouth curled up in relief.
His little elegance is constantly growing, getting stronger and more dazzling.
Xiao Fenghua is so attractive that he can't take his eyes off at all.
There are thorns ahead, but he will always guard silently.
Ye Yunji smiled slightly, turned and left, disappearing into the crowd
"Gu Fenghua Gu Fenghua Gu Fenghua" When Gu Fenghua and others stepped off the competition stage, the shouts of the Guanghua people resounded throughout the Holy Arena.
? In this Shifang Grand Ceremony, from the first competition, the shadow of despair shrouded Xinghuaguo's head.
No one thought that Zhang Haoran and Liu Baishan Han Qingwen, whom they regarded as the proud sons of heaven, would lose so quickly and so miserably, even Lin Hanyi, who had been hiding his strength, was no exception. Qiu Mingxuan was even more frightened and ran away.
What they didn't expect was that just when everyone had given up and no longer held any hope, Gu Fenghua and the others fought back and won four games in a row. Afterwards, the Ninth Prince risked his life and finally won a precious draw.
In the last decisive battle, even though Guanghua Kingdom did not hesitate to sacrifice the trust of Chen Xinzhong and others, and used secret techniques to forcibly enhance their combat power, Gu Fenghua still turned the world around with his own strength, and finally won the victory of this year's Shifang Ceremony.
Everyone could see that Gu Fenghua's last sword was clearly a sword cut with his life.
At this moment, everyone burst into tears and bowed deeply to Gu Fenghua.
Even the tens of thousands of Guanghua people don't have much hatred in their eyes, only deep admiration.
Just looking at the tragic death of Chen Xinzhong and the white bones under the black flames when Xiang Wushang rushed out of the Holy Arena, they could also imagine how terrifying the secret technique they used to forcibly increase their combat power was.
But even so, Xinghua Kingdom still won the final victory by relying on Gu Fenghua's shocking sword.
Her courage, firmness, and persistence have won everyone's respect!
"Is the injury serious?" As soon as Gu Fenghua and the others stepped off the competition stage, Zhang Haoran and Lin Hanyi rushed to support them before the guards.
In fact, their own injuries are still not healed, but only in this way can they express their respect.
"It's nothing serious." Gu Fenghua said.
As she knew, most of the pain caused by the golden needle piercing the soul comes from the heart and soul, and the damage to the meridians is actually not great. As long as you can keep the heart and soul, it will be fine. It didn't have the slightest influence.
Although Luo Enen and the others were seriously injured, Gu Fenghua's hard work was not in vain. Under her spare no effort to sharpen (more precisely, destroy), their actual combat experience far surpassed that of saints at the same level, so none of them were injured. Injury to the foundation, taking the healing elixir and recuperating for a few days should be fine.
"I'm sorry, we were all wrong in the past!" Zhang Haoran and Lin Hanyi bent down deeply. Although they didn't say much, they were ashamed and sincere. Every word was full of shame. From the heart.
"Let's let the past go, let's not take it to heart." Gu Fenghua helped several people up. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com